Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Swans,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.